I realised this morning
that the unicorn is dead...

Red,
firelight and...

Green and verdant daubs the paint
upon the pristine canvas...

There once was a princess with skin oh so pale,
And gleaming brown hair almost down to her tail...

A swift intake of air,
Then draws the willing blade...

So let me bid you one
last fond farewell...

I know that this is just a dream,
an unwanted emotion that draws...

There it sits
and stares...

Scattered, tossed upon the restless wind,
From open mouth my words set free to fly...

So she's back on the scene and I see in her face
that she means to take back all the love I've...

An End
Standing high upon this edge...

There it sits beneath the tree,
golden and tempting, with...